- Nov 29, 2021
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The cave opened like a giant, gaping maw, waiting to swallow the unwary. The girl choked back her fear, stroking the stygian black of the rook's feathers as it croaked to it's sisters in the trees. The bird had been with her for her entire life, listening as if it were the only one that ever understood her. Today it stood on her shoulder, which it had never before; it's soft, iridescent plumage warming her cheek. It murmured and croaked softly, then a deeper, almost imperceptible rumble as it gently played with her hair. In the girl's right hand she held a straight, heavy stick, although just now it felt almost too heavy to lift. It had been left to her by mother, and she resented it, cherished it and was afraid of it in equal measure. It had strange carvings on it, and she had no idea what they meant or what they could do, if anything. She would find out soon enough. She closed her eyes, reaching up and gently pressing the rook against her cheek. It would be her only comfort for quite some time. She took her stick, took her bird, and stepped boldly into the cave.